Shell

i have a shell it glows in the sun's bleeding rays iridescent sherbet colors crystallized ny the salt that dries the throat a bystander trembles at the sight, the standstill virulence of an everyday sandy shell. i retreat inside, two star-crossed lovers uncross themselves the waves dampen the dried out emotion of my crusty shell and wash away my salty tears. i retreat into my shell, fall to the bottom of the ocean, i do not resurface.

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